October 25: Love

I have never torn off my clothes

Or run naked through the mountains,

But I have followed you, love.

Only two continents left to explore –

Africa and China, and a subcontinent, 

if we choose India. 

In four decades,

never has one of us said,

 “What if we went to . . . “

without the other saying, “Where are

the suitcases?”

I would rather go together

than alone.

Rumi once said, “Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, 

running through the mountains.” This quote is part of today’s prompt from Octpowrimo 

(a poem a day in October), to write of love. Read what others have written HERE.  

We leave on Sunday morning, just ahead of a snow storm, for a month-long trip to 

Africa. I will still write my poem a day, but you’ll have to check in at the end of 

November to catch up. Thank you for reading – and writing!